1st Quarter Quell Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“We’re not going there, Dee. Twisted games were Raze’s thing. Now I’ve promised the gold, I’ll give it. Because I know I could have died this winter, and they’ve kept their side of the bargain so far.” “We have the keys to the weapons room.” “Has it been checked?” “Not since last week, I don’t like going too often in case they think there's a pattern and try something,” Quinn confessed. “But they have started complaining about the food. We’re out of dried fruit and canned meat now. It’s just porridge and granola-type shit now.” Dee chirped merrily, clapping her hands. “Then it’s time! We need to start working on getting out! Finally!”

Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

~. VELIA.~ "I bring this meeting to a close." I said leaving the council hall with my maids trailing behind. "Your Highness, today is the Grand Finale of the Hunger Games, would you like to watch it?" one of my maids asked and I nodded, handing her the documents I was holding. "Yes, so please prepare a seat for me at the projection site." She nodded, walking away with the other maids. Today had just begun and I was already exhausted, as I walked through the hallway I spotted a blonde-haired male with green streaks talking to the council members.

I have my eyes on the bigger prize. Survival. Howen has a purpose besides the sex. I only have a few more weeks before we need the first vault opening. The second half of the Freeze rations are in there. People are already edgy. The council meetings I attend talk of nothing else. If one of the meals served by the kitchens on those drab grey trays is minutely smaller they all start to panic. Idiots.

Chapter 5 Derek's POV The cafeteria here at Ridgewood High always made a fuss whenever I walked in. The first thing that happened was it got noisy. The second thing was it got quiet. It started with people whispering, then chairs moving, then everyone pretending they weren’t staring at me before. I’d gotten used to it over the years. Being the quarterback did that to you. You became like a news headline. Tyler grabbed a tray and stood beside me. “Practice is going to be tough today,” he said.

Even the youngest pups, once wild with hunger, now lie curled together, silent and thin as shadows. Inside the main hall, warmth is a memory. The hearth burns low, the air dense with fear and the metallic stink of desperation. Thalia moves among the cots with handfuls of stale bread and herbal teas so weak they taste of nothing. “There’s not enough,” she mutters, mostly to herself, her hands shaking as she tucks a threadbare blanket around a fevered child. “Never enough.” Tempers snap like brittle wood. Rowan paces, jaw clenched, watching as quarrels break out over water rations, over a dry crust, over who deserves medicine and who can do without.

He still got paid for his guns and that should be all he was worried about. I changed into a pair of jeans, boots, a grey t-shirt and brown coat before stomping down the stairs. Moira the housekeeper tried to intercept me on my way out. “Ye havena eaten yer breakfast!” I snorted. “Not hungry.” I said. It was too early for food anyway and Murphy while contemptuous of me, was a perfectly good host. He’d have something waiting for me for our meet.

I move so fast to reach the endless darkhole. It was endless due to no one have ever discover there's really the end of it, but I'm sure there's a bottom. How can there's not when I located the location of the awakening? “I might be the first one to realize the height of this darkhole!” Just as I finish it, my expression change suddenly into one of a dread.

It would burn first once the match is lit,' Fareedah says. Saelyna purses her lips, the way she does when she's getting impatient. 'If this book is as…regnant as she says,' I point out, 'Then it would not easily be discarded, would it? I just say we cast around for it'. Fareedah takes a look at Saelyna, a hint of worry lining her brows but she nods all the same and begins scanning the surroundings. 'Hares, I hope this is worth it,' Quain grumbles and turns back to the ground. 'You don't have to do this, you know,' Saelyna says, 'Any of you'. 'Yet,' Fareedah replies, picking up a slab of wood with a thoughtful look, 'Here we are'. 'Where's your joy, Quain, it's just like hunting for walnuts!'

Additional 10% increase in speed when activated}. “It appeared as a daily quest,” Hildegarde sounded surprised as she appraised the information that was displayed on Mane’s status. And she was right to be. Since Mane started his very predictable lifestyle of training every morning, and reading the texts Dan had presented him every evening, the daily quests had become predictable as well. Now, Mane’s daily quest was always [Complete Dan’s Morning Training]. And it had remained that way till now. Mane always completed his daily quests, and after two weeks of constantly going beyond the completion requirements, he unlocked a feature – a gift – for his hard work. The reward was a simple yet effi